Dropping Jack at preschool on Friday was one million trillion times easier than our first preschool drop off, but I still felt panicky when I strapped myself back in the car and drove away. I wasn't sure what I found upsetting, but SOMETHING was upsetting and it was a good hour until my heart stopped beating super fast and my shoulders sank back down to their normal position.
After a while I decided that I was, once again, Projecting. As in, apparently I have unpleasant buried memories about starting a new school. I drove home from Target repeating, "A new preschool is not the same as a new high school. A new preschool is not the same as a new high school." over and over and over. I know. I SO would have failed a Parental Qualifications Test.
ANYWAY. I really really liked Jack's old preschool and while I am SURE that the new preschool is JUST FINE especially for Jack, especially because dear Lord it is PRESCHOOL not AP Calculus, I am still feeling a little suspicious. I was not impressed with the communication about the first day of school (NONE) although possibly I should take some responsibility for that as well, seeing as how I am super averse to picking up the phone and calling Powers That Be. His teacher is a lovely grandmotherly lady, the room is cute, the class is small, and Jack came home in good spirits, even if he did say, after I asked him how things went, "I don't feel like talking about that right now, Mommy."
When we picked him up I was handed a Giant Packet O' Fundraising Info. Welcome to Catholic school! Now, I know that public schools do fund raisers too, and I remember having to do a few when I was in school, but I've been warned about how being a Catholic school parent means you are pretty much on the development committee whether you like it or not. Since we are paying out-of-parish rates and he's only in the Pre-K program, I'm not sure how sucked into this world we will be, but it IS a trial run for kindergarten and beyond, so I'm [suspiciously] interested to see how it works.
I am not OPPOSED to fund raising. Obviously. But I happen to be rather bad at it. I can volunteer to help with auctions and fairs and all that organizational stuff, but having my kid walk door to door selling gift wrap? (This is the September Fund Raiser, apparently.) NOT SO MUCH. I just don't... Well, I don't know. Some people seem totally fine with this. And I've certainly bought my share of magazines and popcorn and candy and all that. But you know they expect you to harangue all your family and friends to buy the gift wrap, as well as the unsuspecting neighbors who have no idea who you are, and that just feels icky. I mean, I'm the person who doesn't even like wedding registries!
There was also a sheet of paper in my packet asking for the names and contact information for friends and family who would be interested in giving and/or attending fund raising events. And I can just imagine Random Relative opening up her fund raising letter from Maggie's four-year-old. GAH.
Have I told you that cold calling business contacts for auction items was once part of my job description? Until my boss realized that we were getting, like, NEGATIVE items and decided it was no longer part of my job description?
It seems like most of the Catholic school parents I know get Super On Board and become evangelists for their school and I'm not opposed to becoming one of those people EITHER, but it seems very DAUNTING. Tomorrow night I am skipping a church meeting to go to the curriculum night at the OTHER church. (I totally forgot about last month's meeting, and NEXT month's meeting is 3 days away from my due date soooo, yeah. They are totally going to fire me.) Anyway, I hope to Become Educated on more of this Catholic school stuff. Actually I hope to meet some other Catholic school parents, even though I feel about as skilled at this as I am at fund raising. WE SHALL SEE.
In lieu of the First Day Of Preschool picture, which would be the APPROPRIATE ending to this post, but which is apparently on one of the OTHER phones/cameras we use to take pictures, which of course we have misplaced at the moment, I will leave you with a picture of the cake the FPC made for Molly's birthday party on Sunday.
I KNOW. The FPC is MY personal cake-maker. You can't have her.